Can we get a recount?

A few weeks have gone by and our plan to keep the news secret didn't last long. For those of you who know me this comes as no surprise. We finally make it to our appointment and are in great anticipation of possibly hearing a little heartbeat. During the ultrasound Alex and I were watching every flutter of light trying to make out all that we were seeing. The doctor comes upon a black circle with a little pulse. Tears are running down my check as my hopes become a reality however that moment didn't last long as Alex points down at the bottom of the screen and says, "What is that second dark spot (which is also pulsing)?" My tears of joy immediately were eclipsed by my focus on trying not to hyperventilate. TWINS! As I glare over at Alex as to say, "this was not the plan," I see him gleaming with pride at his studmuffinness, so I figure if the King of Clench can handle this, so can I; and that's how our journey begins. We left that appointment in awe with two strong little heartbeats at 125/130 bpm and excitement on how to break the news to the grandparents.

We're Pregnant!

It was an agonizing week waiting for Alex to return from a trip as I contained my excitement of my suspicions. The morning after he arrived home I jumped out of bed with test in hand and left it waiting for him to discover the results. Unfortunately it was not a moment of definitive joy but rather "does that look like one line or two?" So we took another, and another, and by the fifth try decided to go high tech with the digital version. We were so excited by the result and made our first doctor appointment right way but had to wait six weeks for a formal confirmation. We decided to keep the news to ourselves until then but I couldn't help leaking the news to my hairdresser, the check out lady and any other stranger that noticed I had a glow about me.